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A response happened through a dream
When an upper professional bartended

We had met before teamed on a job
Where before he had supervised me

But the work was done at this party
And polite masks could be removed

My face alighted when I recognized him
But his hardened from purpled passion

He came close as whispered wet-harshly
Hinting at unspeakables he’d do to body

But his sexual tension flowed off me
Because he was not the one I wanted

Upon realizing I was a disinclined male I
Then introduced him to one more suited

Of masking
My passion

As I keep fighting
To reclaim myself

Exacerbate with prolonged unknowns.

That’s where slippage happens
They say taking drugs will help

But unless they are also healing
Their rides take us other places

Do what you need that is right for you
But for me medication’s been negative

She had wanted to crash under my wing
Seeing how I fought for my own family

But she was hard into drugs and alcohol
Already with a DUI knocking on my door

We were sandwiched between addicts
And she held power over our housing

I needed to keep her out of our haven
Because she was in destructive chaos

I chose to assert my boundaries but
Helped her with parole and probation

Encouraged her through rehabilitation
But she wanted me involved in legality

I refused because of the implied liability
Her neglectful family could turn on me

So she turned to her controlling friends
Taking harder drugs so that she’d fit in

I’d a sense she was heading directions
I could not control despite hard trying

I wasn’t surprised when she turned on me
Just confirmed I’d been right in my clarity

Because I needed my sight to navigate
The quagmire she’d created as we fled

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(Title of multiple meanings)